"MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,
That thou, light-wingèd Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease."
I am here. Surrounded by deep flourishing evergreens. A wave of relief washes over me, distracting me from everything that once was, bringing me to the here and now of my life. What is and what will be. I have a vision, a feeling like dancing. I am weightless in this world that weighs me down. I breathe, the cool air spiraling through my lungs, filling me with delight. I can run, I can dream, and will never again hide from this most beautiful and blessed life. I am....i will be...thank you...
"Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music:—do I wake or sleep?"
-John Keats
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